It's unbearably dark was all I could muster when I awake. I flail around helplessly before I sit up quickly to check the alarm clock that sits right above the headboard of my bed. 4:30 was all the mechanic device blinked back in a very boring monotony rhythm.
I stand on my shaky legs and gather up the things I have previously packed. Carefully tip-toeing my way to the entrance, I crack open the door as wide as I dare. I sweep my eyes through the dark hallways before I gingerly step through the door.
I swiftly run through the hallways towards the back door-security guards never patrol there, since most people didn't know of its presence. The only reason I knew even knew it existed was because I'm more observant than others. But there was also the fact that I took one too many curious trips to explore the many twist and turns of this dreadful place.
I reach the end of the hallway that I've been running in for the past five minutes and glance warily at the back exit. I stare at the the scene before me through the small see-through window; the night is calm. The paper white snow that's at least two feet high off the ground is still there, due to the wintery month.
I push through the heavy door and find my way through the ghostly and dangerous town that is known as, the City of New Taren.
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I can sense that something is following me-or should I rather say, someone.
As I round the corner of Belvia square, I spot a dark shadow about ten meters away from me. I spy an over abused and stained trash can out of the corner of my eye.
As the creepy shadow rounds the quick turn, I hide behind the life saving object that I recently spotted (weird that a garbage dump can save people, right?) and took out my precious dagger. Now all I have to do is wait.
Soon, the shadow (that I later identified as a human being) is searching each and every inch of the muddy (and did I mention disgusting?) alley that I am currently stuck in. When the person is facing away about a few feet away from the garbage bin, I quickly sneak up behind them and wrestle their neck down to my height (even though I am ridiculously short, I can tell the other person is at least six feet in height). I threateningly place my dagger against their throat.
The surprising thing though, is that the guy didn't seem scared about the fact that he can be killed in the next five seconds. After a short (long) moment, he suddenly spoke up.
"You know, it's very dangerous to threaten a guy who can easily take you down and is also way more skilled than you,"
The voice is surprisingly familiar, and I can immediately picture a smirk on the stranger's face.
"So the thing talks," I reply cockily.
Without speaking another word, the male pins me down to the hard brick wall.
"I warned you," the mysterious stranger slowly mutters as I look up to his face.
"Jim?" I gasp.
"Hey, Little Chocolate," he quirks up his signature smirk.
" 'Little Chocolate' really? Is that the best one you've got?" He is now officially a major douchebag.
"Ya, because your hair's a pretty brown, with sunset red occasionally mixed in there,"
"Did you just call my hair pretty?" I smirk. Oh this is so going to be fun!
" Uh... no! " Little Jimmy stutters as he realizes his huge mistake.
"Okay..." I do not believe him at all.
"Ya..." Awkward silence quickly replaces the playful mood we've set a few seconds before.
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Mystery of the Boundaries
FantasíaAlaska is not a normal person. In fact, she is far from normal. She is one of the Chosen, someone who can sense energy around her, and has danger following her in every step she takes. When her best friend, Evelina Adams, vanishes from the city, New...
